Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
She remembered the Big Bad Wolf, wanting to eat the little girl.
“No key. No one dares to come here. The magick wards off all intruders, but Draicon.” He set her gently down on her feet, stroked her hair. “Which proves my point, Maggie. If you were not one of us, you couldn’t enter. As soon as you reached the driveway, you’d become so violently ill you’d be forced to turn around. The suggestion of food poisoning would erase any suspicion from your mind.”
Maggie ran a hand up his chest, relishing the hardness beneath her fingertips. He’d done so much to keep her safe, putting her needs before his own. The wolf inside her howled with a different need than to run wild and free. Her fingers slipped up the strong curve of his neck, testing the hard pads of muscle on his thick shoulders.
His big body was like chiseled marble. Suddenly she wanted to test his weight, feel him mount her and be inside her.
Nicolas pushed her hand away. His eyes were tormented.
“Go inside, Maggie,” he said thickly. “Make yourself comfortable. I need to check the property.”
“This time of night? I thought you said it was safe.”
“It is. I’m not.”
Swallowing hard, she watched him start to tug the shirt over his head. “Inside, now,” he growled. “I need to run with the moon before I take you and release this wildness inside me. It’s your first time and I want to be gentle.”
Taken aback, she stared. “How… did you?”
“I can tell,” he said shortly. “I can’t smell another man on you.”
Instead of entering the cottage she watched him remove his shirt. Moonlight gilded the rippling muscles of his biceps, the thick hair on his chest. Stubble shadowed his jaw, though he had shaved before they left this afternoon. He kicked off his shoes, removed his socks. Nicolas growled again and turned his back as he tugged down his jeans. Fascinated she saw the outline of his heavy testicles dangling between his outstretched legs.
“Go inside,” he said in a strangled tone.
Maggie watched the smooth halves of his muscled ass as he loped off toward the forest.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Shiver me timbers but there be a fine arse! He could drop his anchor on my ship and fire his cannon anytime.
Speaking of which, the great website, talk like a pirate, offers these Top Ten pickup lines for laddies to pick up a lass or two.
"Top Ten Pickup lines for use on International Talk Like a Pirate Day
10 . Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?
9. Have ya ever met a man with a real yardarm?
8. Come on up and see me urchins.
7/ Yes, that is a hornpipe in my pocket and I am happy to see you.
6. I'd love to drop anchor in your lagoon.
5. Pardon me, but would ya mind if fired me cannon through your porthole?
4. How'd you like to scrape the barnacles off of me rudder?
3. Ya know, darlin', I'm 97 percent chum free.
2. Well blow me down?And the number one pickup line for use on International Talk Like a Pirate Day is ...
1. Prepare to be boarded."
Monday, September 17, 2007
Customer service rep: Hello, ____ county property appraiser's office.
Me: Hi, I live out of the area and own land there, and I lost the form to pay my property taxes. We looked all over for it last night but can't find it. I need to know what to do to pay my tax bill.
CSR: Um, the tax bills haven't been mailed yet. They don't mail out until the middle of October.
Me: You mean I lost a bill that hasn't been mailed yet?
Me: And I'm trying to pay money for a bill I don't owe yet?
CSR: (Giggling) Yes, m'am.
Me: Ok, thanks.
Me: hanging up, muttering to self: I need a vacation...
Thursday, September 13, 2007
He was suspected of shooting 4 police officers this morning, killing one, in Cutler Ridge. Armed with an AK-47 and wearing a bullet-proof vest, he opened fire after police pulled him over in his car for weaving erratically in and out of traffic. They were searching for a burglary suspect.
It was all over the news. Police cordoned off the entire area in Miami where the shooting took place, not letting residents back into their homes while they search for evidence. Then they cordoned off a warehouse near my home, where local news reports say he was last seen. His mother works there. Hundreds of cops from agencies all over S. Florida combed the streets, looking for him. Police closed a major on-ramp to I-95 near my house.
They found him shortly before midnight in Pembroke Pines, hiding in an apartment complex. Police exchanged gunfire and he died.
The dead officer, Jose Somohano, 37, leaves behind a wife and two little kids. He was only doing his job to protect the public. Now he's dead.
I have friends who are cops. This is freaking scary. This is the third cop killing this year down. WTH is this with people on the street carrying semi-automatic weapons? Why should the bad guys be better armed than the street cops?
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
If you're in need of a hero, go see this movie. It's got violence, but not gore, just guns shooting and one squicky scene with a fork that I closed my eyes to. But it's worth every penny.
We need more movies today with heroes in them.
On another note, my eyes are doing better. I was on meds all last week and now I'm slowly catching up. I have a book due in 11 weeks, my second Nocturne. Yikes. I'd rather sit here and stare at Bale. Bale me out, lol.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Have a great weekend! Mine will pass in a blur, lol.